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he says. He turns to look at me once more as I listen and ponder his words as he punctuates that last thought. There seems to be only one thought playing in my head however from the dialogue. It's just that one word. Love. How am I even supposed to know that that is what I feel? But most of all, if I don't know if I feel it then how can I show it? “How did you know?” I ask as I look away. Saying the word out loud just doesn't seem right at the moment. A part of me just hopes that he will know what I mean.

Bastian sees it, probably even feels it. His expression darkens slightly. “You’re feeling it too, aren’t you?” I ask. “Yes.” We don’t speak for a moment. Because now we both know that whatever this is, it’s not just me. “Where is it coming from?” he asks quietly. I hesitate because I know the answer. I just don’t like it, and I know he will hate it. “It feels…” I start slowly, “…familiar.”

“It’s clearer.” ​Kaelen didn’t respond immediately, but I could feel his attention sharpen. “Clearer how?” ​I hesitated, not because I didn’t know the answer, but because saying it out loud made it real in a way I wasn’t sure I was ready for. “It knows I can feel it.” ​The words lingered between us, quiet but heavy. Kaelen’s expression didn’t change, but something in his posture shifted—subtle, controlled. ​“That doesn’t sound like something an object does,” he said.

Because I know, I just know who this is from and who it is for. I feel sick.

Had Richard been listening to our conversation the entire time? Why did it feel like he knew something I didn’t?

I don’t know what yet. But I can feel it…

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I can feel it in my bones. And if I'm going crazy, at least I'll know for sure.

Throwing fire at a giant wolf made of fire? When it hits, I nearly come to a complete stop. I felt it coming at me. I knew the second it was going to hit. Something’s changed. I follow the feeling, realizing it’s what’s been coming from Rachel, some feeling about connections... I follow the same inkling far off by Ally and can feel the fire there too. I can sense everyone’s fire. I can point out exactly where it is and feel it being created in that moment.

His words settled into me, and I exhaled slowly, letting the sensation rise instead of fighting it, letting it move through me. Jax’s hand slid slightly, not leaving mine, but adjusting, his touch firmer now, more certain, and the shift between us pulsed again, stronger this time. He let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, but there was tension in it. “It knows,” he said, his eyes flicking up to mine. “Whatever this is… it knows us.”